She Had A Plan. Even If It

To Love Is To Destroy, And That To Be Loved Is To Be The One Destroyed.

So John Took Out Of His Pocket A Knife Both Long And Sharp, And Stuck It Through His Brother's Heart, And The Blood Came Pouring Down. Says John To William, "take Off Thy Shirt, And Tear It From Gore To Gore, And Wrap It Round Your Bleeding Heart, And The Blood Will Pour No More.

Still I Pictured Having You For Fifty, Sixty More Years. I Thought I Might Be Ready Then To Let You Go. But It's You, And I Realize Now That I Won't Be Anymore Ready To Lose You Then Than I Am Right Now. Which Is Not At All.

We Need To Talk. All Of Us About What We're Going To Do Now." "i Was Going To Watch Project Runway.

We Needn't Talk About Tessa If You Don't Want To, You Know." "it's Not Tessa." This Was True. Will Hadn't Been Thinking Of Tessa. He Was Getting Good At Not Thinking About Her, Really; All It Took Was Determination And Practice.